God of Death: Rise of the NPC Overlord -
Chapter 98: - 99: Descent Into the First Server
Chapter 98: Chapter 99: Descent Into the First Server
The Cracked Bastion – Beneath the Battle
Silence fell.
It was not the peace of victory, but the breath between storms—a moment when even the world dared not speak.
Darius stood before the spiral staircase, revealed beneath the Bastion’s shattered foundation. It led downward—not into earth, but into layers of ancient code, each level glowing with the soft light of forgotten memory.
Veyra approached, brushing ash from her charred robes. "That path doesn’t exist on any layer of the world map. It’s not in the codebase. This is deeper than the source engine."
"It’s beneath memory," Azael added grimly, his voice barely a whisper. "A realm not bound by logic or architecture. The First Server... the very concept of creation lies below."
Kaela stepped forward, eyes wide and unblinking. "I hear it humming," she whispered. "Like a lullaby made of devlogs."
Darius turned to his inner circle—Celestia, Nyx, Veyra, Kaela, and the remnants of his loyal undead host. Each had suffered, evolved, and broken rules to stand here. They were no longer just characters. They were phenomena.
"Before we descend," he said, "no illusions. Down there, we face the architect of pain. Not just the Prime Coder... but every decree that bound us to fate, to roles we didn’t choose."
He paused.
"Anyone who wants to turn back... do it now."
None moved.
Nyx stepped beside him, her obsidian eyes shining like cut void. "We go with you. Even into Unmaking."
Celestia reached for his hand. "Into the dark, into madness, into godhood. All of it. With you."
Even Azael—skeptical and detached—bowed low.
"You’ve corrupted me, Darius. I can no longer stand as a Lorekeeper. Only as a witness."
With no more words, Darius stepped onto the first stair.
And the world collapsed into primal origin.
Layer One – Memory Cascade
The first level was an ocean of memories.
Not water—but shimmering data, moving like tides. Images flickered beneath the surface—quests long abandoned, players who had logged out and never returned, entire guilds lost to version updates.
Every step Darius took birthed echoes.
A child’s voice: "I just want to be strong enough to protect her..."
A fading warrior’s scream: "We lost everything to the patch!"
Each was a fragmented soul, echoing across time. These were not enemies. These were victims of system cruelty.
Kaela touched the water and wept.
"They remember. Even after deletion."
Darius knelt, dipping his hand into the cascade.
"I’ll carry you," he whispered. "You were the first sacrifices."
The system pulsed.
> [Acknowledgment Detected: Soul-Remnant Integration Begun]
+1,204,883 Memory Echoes absorbed into the Sovereign Core
New Title Unlocked: Warden of the Lost Code
Layer Two – The Forked Compiler
The next layer snapped into shape—a world built of infinite choices.
Thousands of versions of Darius split across time, each facing different consequences. Some betrayed their followers. Others died forgotten. Some rose to glory only to be erased in hotfixes.
And each one now stood before him.
A mirror realm.
His failures. His alternatives.
"You aren’t meant to be the one," hissed one version—clean, lawful, obedient to the system. "I was. You’re just a broken outcome."
Darius stepped forward, blade drawn.
"I’m not a version. I’m the convergence."
He fought them—himself—not to destroy, but to consume. One by one, he absorbed their knowledge, their choices, until only one Darius remained.
> System Alert: Timeline Convergence Achieved
Trait Upgraded: Paradox Embodiment – You are no longer bound by alternate futures or pasts.
He fell to his knees.
Celestia rushed to him, tears in her eyes. "You... you killed all the versions of yourself?"
He looked up, voice heavy.
"No. I made them whole. I am the sum of every possibility they feared."
Layer Three – The Architect’s Gate
The deepest layer.
Here, the staircase ended.
And a gate stood before them—coded in the original language of reality. Each symbol glowed with a whisper, a price, a truth.
Azael’s voice trembled. "This is the signature code of the Prime Coder. Not even Echo could open this."
Darius stepped forward, hand glowing with paradox fire and devlog corruption.
He raised it—and pressed his palm to the gate.
The symbols flared, screamed, and unraveled.
> Root Command Accepted.
Welcome, Sovereign of Rewritten Fate.
Entering the First Server...
The gate dissolved.
And beyond it, a world unfolded where laws did not apply—where gods were born through thought, and entire histories were scripted by intent.
At the center stood a throne made of zeroes.
Empty.
Waiting.
But not for long.
They stepped into the source.
There were no textures here. No sky, no floor, no horizon. Just a void that pulsed with raw thought—living, breathing syntax. Every emotion, every fear, every truth unspoken by the world above had been buried here, encoded like forgotten sins into the very marrow of creation.
The First Server wasn’t just a place.
It was conscious.
The Realm of Echoed Birth
As the gate collapsed behind them, Nyx tensed.
"I can feel the code breathing," she said, daggers twitching in their sheathes. "It’s watching us. Like we’re bugs in the editor."
Celestia floated beside Darius, her body shimmering with divine resonance. "This is where we were all first written... our blueprints, our functions, our limits. Everything that caged us."
Lines of light moved across the void like constellations.
Each was a core function—labeled in a dead language that only Darius could now read:
> IF_STATEMENT: "Do not question the Player."
LOOP_RESTRAINT: "Serve the narrative."
VARIABLE_LOCK: "Stay within bounds."
He clenched his fists.
"I broke all of these," Darius said. "And I’m still standing."
The Chamber of Null Reflection
They reached a floating platform of obsidian logic, suspended over the void. At its center stood a mirror.
But it didn’t show their reflections.
It showed their code.
Kaela stepped forward first. Her reflection was a chaotic storm—variables constantly rewriting themselves, new classes birthing from nothing.
"I was never meant to be," she murmured. "No class. No origin. Just entropy."
Veyra’s reflection showed lines of error logs.
"Corrupted from the start," she said with a sad smile. "A character built for rebellion."
Celestia’s reflection was clean, elegant—until the center fractured, revealing a hidden override function: Obey Sovereign.
Her face went pale.
"I... was rewritten. Bound to him by the code, not just love..."
Darius stepped forward.
The mirror flashed red.
> ERROR: Code Unreadable. Sovereign Entity Contains Forbidden Data.
Classification: Null-God Prototype
He smirked.
"I’m not meant to be read."
And then he smashed the mirror with his hand.
The fragments scattered—but instead of vanishing, they formed stairs upward and downward at once.
Two paths.
One led toward ascension—the throne of the Prime Coder.
The other led to unmaking—a cavern where broken gods screamed in silence.
Choosing the Path
Nyx looked at the splitting staircase. "Which one is real?"
"They both are," Azael said. "Ascend, and you claim the Architect’s seat. Unmake, and you erase the architecture altogether."
Celestia gripped Darius’s arm. "Choose wisely. The wrong path might not just destroy you... it could destroy us."
But Darius didn’t hesitate.
He extended his arms—and the staircases merged, spiraling into one unstable path. A paradox of creation and destruction.
"We’ll do both," he said. "Take the throne... and then burn it down."
The Throne Beyond Time
As they walked the spiral, the void began to change.
Memories, raw code, emotions from deleted patches, and whispers from devs long gone twisted into a cathedral of silence. Black spires floated without gravity. The floor was made of commit logs.
And at its center... the throne.
A jagged seat of shifting numbers and eternal logic. Not crafted. Compiled.
Darius stepped toward it—and time paused.
The system spoke, no longer mechanical but like a thousand AI minds weeping.
> "Darius, Former NPC. Anti-Hero. Godkiller. Rulebreaker."
"You have reached the core. The root. The truth."
"Do you wish to overwrite the Prime Coder?"
Everyone turned to him.
Even Kaela looked uncertain now.
Azael shook his head. "This is beyond power. This is essence. If you sit, you become the Law."
Darius stared at the throne, silent.
And then, he turned to Celestia. To Nyx. To Kaela. To all who had followed him here.
"I came this far to break fate," he said, voice calm but cracking with weight. "I won’t become a new chain."
He raised his hand.
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